Finger ... ... Polish Toe ... ... Salon Hit it on the head and you have the answer

The master lock needs this device to unlock

Where scissors dance and mirrors reflect, the chair spins tales of transformations while clippers hum a familiar tune, leaving heads lighter and egos sharper.

A clicking three, is herd upon me. A flat or pyramid peak, with layered, ’phalty’ debris. First four hold a fiddler. The highest, lastly. Two words come together, Keeping rain from your dreams.

Breath or helium, On a string in a child's hand. Or airbourne basket.